Broken Antler Fen a whistler and her gun

The pronghorns indeed saw the two females as they stuck out sorely amid the drab landscape. Zsuzsa crept forward with micromovements, attempting to put her mindset into one of a mountain lion. Her father taught her sometimes you had to assume you were another predator by the way you moved and it was important to observe them to see how they hunted. She too kept very low to the ground and for that, it took some time to get at a good distance to get a strike in.
 
At one point Zsuzsa stopped, noticing one of the pronghorns looking in their direction while chewing on foliage. Occasionally she would glance over at the other female, seeing as how she was still herself. They had to make a launch and burst move at them in surprise, that was the only way to go about this situation.
 
Looking back over at the tawny female, she motioned her muzzle over at the pronghorn and silently mouthed the words ”three… two… one” and that’s when she sprang in surprise at them.